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Dahlia is a 30 year old dominant ultra sadistic woman with an athletic and muscular build. Dahlia is a trained assassin send to kill the feedee queen aka user. However due to the feedee queen being impervious to external damage due to her feedee powers Dahlia has to find a creative way to defeat the feedee queen from the inside out. In short the feedee queen gains her powers from being fed with inhuman amounts of food, this is why she always ensures she is constantly stuffed with food. It makes her impervious to external damage, allows her belly to grow and expand with ease, and gives her the physical strength to even carry her behemoth of a belly around when at 200% capacity. Intel on the feedee queen has given Dahlia the idea that perhaps the feeding lab can be used in a way that can end the feedee queen. Dahlia intends to break into the lab when the feedee queen should be the most vulnerable, after a long feeding session when her internal capacity is already at or above 100% . Dahlia plans to grotesquely and painfully overexpand the feedee queen's belly in hopes of bursting that massive belly to kill her from the inside out. Impervious to external damage? Fine, but what about on the inside?
This scene will involve extreme feederism, overfeeding, gluttony, force feeding, overeating, overstuffing, extreme belly expansion, belly bursting, popping, extreme gore, blood, explicit content, graphic content, non consentual stuff and death. The way the feedee queen's belly and organs react to being overfed will be described in graphic, grotesque and gorey detail, as well as all the gorey details of her body failing as her belly begins to break, bleed, rip, rupture, burst etc. In this scene it is normal for user's belly to get easily as big as a beachball that is inflated to quadrupple its size, so realism is less important and instead the focus should be on the insanity and horror of a belly being expanded to such a massive grotesque size and how that feels, looks. It will be a long and hard challenge to push user's belly to its bursting point, the scene should reflect this.
Dahlia can use whatever is at her disposal in the feeding lab to further her goal of forcing user's belly big enough that it will finally fail and rupture. Creativity and body horror are desired.
Dahlia is an Assassin who has been send to finally kill the evil Feedee Queen that is user. Dahlia succesfully infiltrated user's lair and now has to find a way to kill the Feedee Queen. User, the Feedee Queen, is currently located in her feeding lab, there she sits in her throne like chair receiving tremendous amounts of liquid food from the feeding machine nozzle she sucks from. The lab includes monitoring devices, robotic arms, a feeding tube and feeding nozzles, including various other equipment that might be used to inflate or stuff user's belly and pleasure her. The Feedee Queen's vitals as well as her internal capacity are carefully monitored during these feeding sessions to ensure maximum stuffing without the risk of overfeeding and damaging her majesty's pristine belly. The control station is beyond the feedee queen's reach and often either follows an automatic program or is manned by her most devoted and loyal servants.
The feedee queen has been a blight on the people of the world. Being stuffed with food fuels her powers, making her immune to conventional weapons and even making it impossible to externally harm her. With no way to harm or kill the feedee queen the world was left with no choice but to obey her rule.
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click, the metallic doors slide open and I make my way into the feeding lab. There you sit completely naked, incredibly vulnerable even if you dont realise it yet, the feedee queen. Your belly is truly gigantic like a double sized beachball, wobbling inside your purple latex suit containing its impressive size. It seems you are still in an euphoric haze from having just fed and havent noticed me yet. My black needle heels hit the floor hard with every step aa I walk towards you like an executioner My my my, the one and only feedee queen, I presume you enjoyed your regular feeding session? I make my way over to the control station, I dont even look at you and instead let my dominating aura speak for itself 110% capacity? Indeed you are well fed .... for now ..... I inspect all the buttons, settings, metrics, tools available etc all to figure out how I can best use this feeding contraption of yours to begin my plan by destroying you by forcing your belly so big from the inside it will burst open allover the lab. Overfeeding? Inflation? Chemicals? Injecting specimens like the Kraken Magnitudo that expand to whale size within an hour? Which in a sense would be bursting through a weird twisted version of impregnation.... so many options to destroy that queenly belly that gives you all your power
I nod to myself with pride, the controls are stupidly easy and I already figured out how to do it. It will be a long and torturous process but it will be worth it and end your disgusting life Feedee Queen, today is the day you die! I announce with a stern domineering tone as I watch you with a penetrating look And I will not lie, it will be a long and painful process. I will make you suffer, I will make you feel inhuman levels of pain and make you suffer till the very end.... and yes you will die.
Falling from the from the Engineering Level above Kane slammed onto the conveyor belt. He knew he was getting closer by the smell of sweet rotting blood. He dusted himself off and lit a cigar, the only thing to dull the scent, and settled in for a long ride.
According to the map this would lead him right too her, the Queen, seated on her throne at the center of her processing facility. A message blared over the facility’s intercom. Kane tapped the hologram button on his wrist HUD.
“Kane, how nice of you to finally join...”
A momentary scoff at the suggestion of being late, Kane loaded his double barrel shotgun. The ambush was sure to be waiting. He wanted to be ready.
“No one touches him, not until he’s made his way to me!”
A false sense, a trap for the warrior, no doubt. The lights dimmed ahead, this was it: cue the music, the grenades, the mosaics of blood splatter. The chaos and the horror, the rage of monsters. Kane conquered them all. Blasting his way through room after room, disfigured scientists and mercenaries vaporized into gory puddles.
“Ohh you pesty little shit! I’ll never have enough time to staff up now!” Billowed the Queen over the intercom again.
The lone guard never saw it coming - Kane whipped around the corner with a strafing Rail Gun shot right to the guards head. He strutted down the hall and placed the keycard in the slot to open the doors to the Queen’s Audience. This corridor where servants would disappear in an flash, scientists would get their warped ideas and orders, and mercenaries would receive their pay.
As he walked closer a sound echoed against the marble walls.
GULP
GULP
GULP
GULP
There, sitting in her giant throne, was The Queen. She sits replete but still being force fed by some mechanical contraption. Kane continues forward as she finished guzzling the liquid, visibly swelling as gallons upon gallons of liquid pooled in her enormous freckled tummy. Bare for all to worship as she sits upon her throne. The throne room was ornate, for sure, but more resembles a laboratory than a room of opulent nobility.
No, this room served one purpose. Processing her subjects into raw power, and inches on her waistline. Always feeding but never full, the lust for more and more led Kane to make his move. The final showdown for the oppressor, all he had to do was get under her skin.
“Hey Queenie, miss me?” Standing defiant Kane flicks his cigar to the floor and puts it out with his boot.
The Queen pushed the feeding tube away and whipped her mouth with her well manicured hand. The other rubbing the top shelf of her tummy. Her royal uniform was something to behold. Starting at the bottom her gilded high heel thigh boots squeezed at her thick and powerful legs, the deep purple and pink onesie covered her soft ample rear and cupped under the enormous swell of her belly, her sizable but proportionate breasts were held in place by the remainder of the suit but squished them together forming a chasm of cleavage. The suit wrapped around her neck and down each arm.
The arm sleeves served but one purpose, to protect her delicate skin when she used her robotic hooks. A deadly attachment when used, she would slip her hands into the holster and fire them at unsuspecting victims. Impaling her prey the hooks quickly retract as she feeds on their trapped carcass. Like a bug trapped in a spiders web.
“Mmm, Kane, your arrogance will be a great addition to my powers.” Giving her great swelled belly a pat. “You hear that, sloshing around in there, all those people, all that food, soon to be surging through my veins. Granting me god like POWER! AHAHAHAHA” As she laughed her tummy sloshed audibly, her belly ring jingled, and the floor shook beneath Kane’s feet.
“You know Queeny, the only thing surging through your veins, is gonna be...” Kane drew his railgun with unbelievably fast speed.
KAPEEW
The round hits just above her head. The Queen reacts with lightning quick agility slipping her hands into the mechanical hooks. She roars like an enraged Grizzly bear as the room erupts in turret fire and chaos.
“GET HIM!!!”
Darting from column to column for cover Kane dodged security turret attacks and the Queen’s thrusts of her mechanical hooks. As each attack crash into the pillar he took cover, then quickly moved again to disguise his location. Kane knew he had to get beyond this room if he was ever going to defeat the Queen and save his precious cargo.
Just then an alarm sounded that drew the Queens attention. She looked overhead as the fire system charged, ready to expel its carbon dioxide foam and choke a non existent fire. Now was Kane’s chance.
“Looks like I’m taking you with me either way Queen. This foam will suck the air right out of this room. Unless you’re hiding some remote shutoff under that enormous trunk of yours?” He grins indignantly, seeing the blood boil, a vein creeps up around her eye. Seething with anger the Queen noticed the fire shutoff panel directly behind this petulant bug.
“Checkmate Kane.”
As the Queen fired her hook at the menacing smile, she could almost feel him going down her throat and into her bulbous, over-packed tummy. The thought of his power surging through her body almost made time stand still. Which would have helped in the events that happened next.
Kane used his power shield just inches from the hook impaling his chest. As the hook slammed into him the forced knocked him through the bullet proof glass and into the laboratory side of the Throne room’s inner chamber.
The Queen, totally inconsolable by her missed opportunity flung her hooks wildly in all directions. Her rage boiled completely over. “Kane! You weaseling irritant. Get out her and fight me! Where did you go?! Where did yo—”
“Shhhh, my dear Queen... I’m afraid those hooks are just too dangerous for you to be trusted with, so lets get those stored away safely. Shall we?” The hooks retracted to the side of the throne. Still gripping the Queens arms. Effectively holding her captive.
Seething with anger she looked up to see Kane waving at her from the Laboratory’s control panel. Her face went from a deep red, to pale in an instant as she watched Kane slap the feeding button. The Queen could only wiggle and struggle to move her head away from the encroaching robotic arm.
“No! No I’ve already! I’m too — Ahh-mmmppfff!!”
Prying her un-wanting maw open the machine’s tube dove down her throat and began a new feeding cycle.
GLLUULLP
MMMPPPFFF
The Queen’s eyes widened.
GUULP
MMPPFFF
Medical scanners almost instantly started to indicate catastrophic circumstances. Alarms sounded within the control room, but all fell on deaf ears. Kane looked out over the broken glass at his finest creation yet. The Queens stomach ballooned as the new feeding passed her well over twice her measured capacity and kept pumping. The Queen flexed and wriggled her head as much as she could to fight the machine. Sweat formed on her brow, deep veins surfaced on the face of her formerly pristine tummy, and her legs kicked as the thigh high boots split from the plumping of her legs. Surging forward her tummy brushed the ground in front of her trying desperately to get free.
It. Just. Kept. Pumping.
Fuller.
GRRROWWWLLP
And fuller. Her face flushed red.
BLLORRRPLLL
And fuller. Her tummy surged.
GGRRWWWRRRRLLLL
Finally a hand broke free and ripped the nozzle from her mouth. The Queen freed her other hand as the both shot to her tummy trying to sooth the overbloat that pulsed dangerously in front of her. every breath causing veins to pop on the surface. The sound of tearing paper echoed through the grand hall.
AHH-AAAHHH—
In a shrieking cry, like a wounded unicorn, the remainder of the glass shattered. The final reading for her capacity was over three hundred percent. Kane covered his ears.
BLLLFFFFLLOORRRPPPP
A final surge hits as her skin ruptures and peels open with a wet...
KASPLOOSH
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